Something really irritating just happened at work and SB isn’t answering his cell and I must vent. Lucky you!
So, as in many workplaces these days, you can’t go through most doors without swiping your ID badge. You are not supposed to let others go through the door with you without swiping their cards, too. It happens all the time though, especially when the person “tailgating” has a visible badge or looks like your average nerd, and not a threat to security.
Just now, this guy was walking about 10 feet in front of me towards an entrance. I was coming back from the cafeteria with a precariously balanced plate of food. He was wrestling with an out of control 4 year old. The kid had run up to the door and was hanging upside down from the handles and kicking the glass, while the guy yelled, “Get off the door. Get off the door. Get off the door” I caught up to him while he removed the child from the handles, and attempted to follow him through the door. I was carrying the plate of food, and besides, this particular door was only going to get me into the lobby, I would have to swipe again to get into the building, which I planned to do, once I was past the dude and his monkey child. He stopped in the doorway, looked right at my badge and asked me to swipe it all rude- like.
Dude! You are LOOKING at my badge! I have a plate of food and you have an out of control kid to manage and you feel the need to follow door regulations?
I said something about my plate and that I would be sure to swipe at the next door, communicating with my tone that I thought he was an idiot.
That is all. I feel as if I have failed to convey how annoying this scene actually was. I feel better now, though.
Welcome to the world of the big fascist company. We share a building with them, Honeywell on the top floor and the facist company on the bottom two. I gleeful let others in on my card because their snotty attitude. The guy must have been really reamed out in the past. I have seen and heard the reaming given by a receptionist on the matter of individual badge swiping. It ain’t pretty. Of course I go in the back door where there is no receptionist just to avoid the snotty attitude and to let the ‘terrorist’ in.
Yes, yes, I know, he was ultimately right, but sheesh! There were circumstances! And he could SEE my badge.
He was probably just your average OCD/Aspergers/genius/tech dork that NEEDED me to swipe.